Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

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By nine o’clock the next morning, the yellow folder was still in my coat pocket, but I had laid the photocopied pages of my medical report flat on the coffee table.

The morning light in the living room was pale, casting long shadows across the faded floral rug. Clara stood by the window, her thumb rhythmically tapping the screen continue reading …